Honey, honey isn't it lovely
Hearing my pleads, hearing me scream
Honey, honey isn't it lovely leaving all those rashes, I'm covered in the scars
Nails dripped in black of the evidence of 'comfort' I received from you
Sadly you're not even here to see me bleed the blood of painful greed you left in me

Honey, Honey isn't it funny you never finished the story
Never saw my down fall
How I triped and slipped down the mountain of blades and sticks
Leaving me with ticks, upon ticks, upon ticks

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